- Dimensional Gods’ Selection: Only I Know Saitama is the Strongest
- OKSTS Chapter 161
Chapter 161: Stealth Mission, Encounter with Jiraiya!
With a low but firm command, the patrolling Hidden Rain Village (Amegakure) ninja at the village gates began to gather.
“Are you from Amegakure? Show your identification.”
The leader barked, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
“Wait a moment.”
Fang Ye responded in a low voice, keeping his tone steady. He reached into his robe, as if searching for something.
Of course, he didn’t actually have any identification as an Amegakure ninja. This was all a bluff.
“Hurry up!”
The leader grew impatient as Fang Ye rummaged for an awkwardly long time, producing nothing. The ninja behind the leader stepped forward, reaching out to remove Fang Ye’s mask for closer scrutiny.
Just as the hand was about to make contact, Fang Ye unleashed his Conqueror’s Haki!
No longer restraining himself, he released it all at once. The powerful wave of energy swept over not just the ninja who had reached out but everyone else nearby.
With a resounding mental shock, their minds went blank, and they staggered, barely able to stay on their feet before collapsing into unconsciousness. Their faces contorted in terror, as if they had witnessed something beyond comprehension.
The leader, seemingly the strongest among them, managed to retain a sliver of consciousness despite the overwhelming force. Trembling, he reached for his waist pouch—intending to sound the alarm.
“You think too much.”
Fang Ye closed the distance in an instant, stomping on the man’s chest with a sickening crack.
Ribs shattered, and the man’s chest collapsed grotesquely. He spat blood, his eyes wide with shock as his head lolled to the side, lifeless.
The others fared no better. Fang Ye finished them off methodically, each receiving a decisive strike that sent them to their deaths.
If there’s even a concept of the afterlife in the Naruto world, he mused.
Fang Ye dragged the bodies into a nearby bush, stripping the leader of his uniform and donning it. Luckily, the leader’s height and build—1.89 meters and slightly overweight—were close enough to Fang Ye’s own proportions. After a bit of adjustment, the fit was passable.
Pulling on his mask to obscure his face, Fang Ye strode calmly into the village, staying close to the rooftops to avoid the relentless rain.
The rain of Amegakure wasn’t ordinary—it was a jutsu cast by Pain. Through it, Pain could monitor everything happening within the village. Nothing escaped his watchful eyes. This was how Jiraiya had been discovered, leading to his ultimately disadvantageous battle and demise.
Fang Ye moved swiftly, searching for a familiar landmark.
“Hmm, this is…?”
Stopping in front of a tavern, Fang Ye hesitated.
“This must be the place where Jiraiya gathered intel. Let’s check it out.”
Pushing the door open, he stepped inside. Immediately, scantily clad women surrounded him with seductive smiles.
“Welcome, dear guest…”
Fang Ye leaned back lazily on a sofa. A woman in a black-and-white spotted dress poured him a drink, her voice honeyed.
“I heard you specifically asked for me. I must be quite charming, huh?”
Fang Ye nodded lightly.
“Yes, you remind me of an old friend.”
“Is that so?”
The woman, intrigued, leaned closer with a playful grin. “Just earlier, someone said the same thing. Are all you men using this line nowadays?”
“Oh? Someone else said that?”
Fang Ye feigned curiosity, though his mind already pieced it together.
“Yeah,” she replied, nodding. “That guy was much older than you, with white hair. Handsome, though.”
Fang Ye tilted his head thoughtfully. “Sounds like a friend of mine. When did he leave?”
“Just now,” she said with a pout. “Didn’t even say goodbye. No manners at all!”
“Is that so? Haha.”
Fang Ye chuckled as he stood and headed for the door.
“Where are you going, dear guest?” she asked, puzzled.
“Just remembered something urgent. I’ll see you next time, Miss Tsuna.”
He tossed a few coins with four engraved stripes—spoils from the ninjas he had taken down—onto the table.
“Thank you, kind guest!”
Tsuna’s laughter rang out as she gave an exaggerated bow.
“Until we meet again, Miss Tsuna.”
Fang Ye waved and left the tavern, his expression hardening as he stepped outside.
“If Jiraiya’s already left, he’s probably interrogating her husband by now,” he muttered. After a brief pause, he decided to head left—the direction he remembered Jiraiya taking.
Sure enough, after a short walk, he spotted a peculiar-looking building. Symmetrical and brand-new, it bore a sign that read, Toad Club.
“Looks like they’re having a grand opening event,” Fang Ye mused with a smirk before stepping inside.
At the bar sat two Amegakure ninjas, chatting. At the sound of the door opening, they glanced back at Fang Ye, noted his uniform, and resumed their conversation.
“It usually only rains on Sundays. What’s so special about today?” the younger ninja grumbled, clearly frustrated.
“Careful,” the older ninja warned instinctively. “Some complaints can get you killed.” They both lowered their voices and sipped their drinks.
Behind the bar, a plain-clothed Jiraiya observed them. With little information to glean, he rubbed his hands and decided to act.
“Congratulations, gentlemen! You’re in for a treat—special opening-day festivities!”
“What? Really?” The younger ninja perked up, his curiosity piqued. Even the older one, Tsuna’s husband, couldn’t hide his interest.
“What kind of festivities?” he asked.
Fang Ye sat nearby, silently observing with a faint smile.
Jiraiya ignored him, grinning as he formed a hand seal. “A Toad Club exclusive… interrogation special!”
With a poof, his disguise vanished, revealing his true form. The large “油” (oil) character on his headband gleamed—a stark declaration that he was no Amegakure ninja.
Realizing the trap, the two ninjas bolted, overturning their chairs in their haste.
“Through the door! He can’t catch us!” the younger ninja shouted, hurling a smoke bomb to obscure their escape.
Smoke engulfed the room instantly, limiting visibility.
“Run!” the younger ninja yelled, grasping the door handle—only to find himself stuck.
“What the hell?! It won’t budge!”
“Get away from the door!” Tsuna’s husband shouted, but it was too late. The door had morphed into a trap, binding the younger ninja in place.
“Damn it!” Tsuna’s husband cursed, only to find himself similarly ensnared by the walls.
Jiraiya turned to Fang Ye, rubbing his hands together. “So, what’s it going to be? Stick yourself to the wall, or should I lend you a hand?”
Fang Ye chuckled, pulling off his mask and headband. “Jiraiya-sensei, isn’t that a little cold? After all, we’re on the same side…”